Nothing to see here, just branches swaying in the wind. Not a turian climbing a tree like a stupid pyjak. How many batarians lived here? Thousands, tens of thousands, maybe a million? .

Going to make the same mistake like she did with Lydia. She spoke to the trio. She said, looking forward at the path in front of them. She said, looking at Scar then.

Saturday, July 4, 2015. The importance of word choice. Out of the way, lard-ass. What do you think of that line? Completely out of context, who do you think would say something like that? Who would it be directed at? What does it tell you about the world and place where it was uttered? All her life and the locals view her as one of their own, if not necessarily a friend. Out of the way, lard-ass. Thursday, June 11, 2015.

Random, and often rambling, thoughts of a Fantasy-writer-in-training. Erotica Short Story - Working Title. Erotica Series - Working Titles. Fantasy Story - The Occult Collection.

Stitched is a short horror story I self-published. In 2012 under the pen name Dani Marchand. Today, though, the door is open. And his daughter is lying on her side on the window seat, hands folded beneath her head.